War Machine
Ethan Michael:
R u taking the T?
lex pappas:
Noo I’ll be there in 10 min
Ethan Michael:
Okokokok
I’m imagining save
me steven as the
last song on our
first album
Like, weezer
always has the
last track be a
slow song
But also i
get if u
only want
noise rock
in war
lex
pappas:
Ohhh
Yes
it
definitely
gonna
be
a
war
song
I
figured
out
we
can
be
whatever
we
want
Doesn’t
always
have
to
be
noise
rock
it
can
be
everything
Ethan
Michael:
Word,
i
agree
with
this
Like
i
was
thinking
about
ways
to
make
it
rockier
but
i
think
that
would
make
it
worse.
lex
pappas:
I
think
it
should
be
very
similar
to
the
demo
Keys
and
everything
Ethan
Michael:
Heavy
vocal
and
synth
layering
with
tons
of
reverb
lex
pappas:
Yes
Ethan
Michael:
Like
angellic
But
like
a
sad
angel
lex
pappas:
Yess
Ethan
Michael:
Ok
bruh
im
sorry
but
charlie
xcx
sucks
lex
pappas:
Yeah
I
know
I
don’t
like
her
I
do
not
bump
her
stuff
lmao
My
autumnal
sick
crash
My
dad
died
I
remember
when
you
broke
your
arm
I
couldn’t
believe
it
It
landed
you
in
the
middle
of
the
road
Caught
by
people
with
flashlights
and
candy
And
you
called
that
your
worst
enemy
My
dad
died
I
remember
when
she
hated
the
way
you
said
words
that
meant
nothing
You’d
do
that
for
fun
and
call
it
writing
My
slow
crushed
bones
put
everything
together
Scattered
about.
I’d
hoped
you’d
pick
it
up
But
you
never
really
got
the
whole
stupid
message
And
you
had
to
wait
on
call
with
a
dying
flame
My
dad
died
and
you
swam
in
your
marriages
Fucking
girls
and
calling
it
buisnesses
There’s
a
world
where.
You
too
had
something
of
measure
happen
to
you
It’s
displayed
on
a
screen
and
everyone
pities
too
Everyone
feels
bad
and
comforts
you
Stroking
your
back
and
giving
you
time
off
too
There
is
no
time
off
when
you’re
getting
ready
To
put
on
your
neuropathic
dreams
of
envy
The
people
you
choose
to
worship
you
come
across
as
vapid
But
you
and
them
all
collectively
decide
That
with
time
and
patience
and
understanding
You
too
can
feel
superiority
to
mask
your
mediocrity
I’ve
never
heard
you
utter
a
word
of
significance
Entirely
passive
amiss
and
it
was
all
my
buisness
embarrassing,
cold
and
completely
unforgiving
I
had
to
wear
a
bag
over
my
head
to
feel
any
different
You
let
me
sleep
in
your
room
When
I
feel
so
blue
And
when
I
get
into
it
I
feel
like
touching
you
Although
opening
up
yeah
It’s
guarantee
That
you’d
make
me
leave
Full
of
uncertainty
You
let
me
kiss
you
and
yes
yes
you
know
it’s
true
Though
when
you
leave
my
room
I
feel
nothin
towards
u
And
when
I
wake
up
later
in
the
noon
U
text
me
come
over
And
I
feel
less
blue
I
let
you
sleep
in
my
room
When
I
feel
so
blue
Im
still
thinking
of
him
When
I’m
kissin
u
And
though
u
know
I
truly
want
the
best
for
u
Im
not
the
one
to
feel
that
You
know
that’s
true
Later
later
we
can
go
out
to
a
show
I
hold
your
hand
and
make
u
feel
at
home
And
when
we
hold
our
hearts
Mine
is
touching
yours
But
there’s
a
roof
over
it
To
shield
open
doors
And
when
I
go
to
work
I
keep
thinking
of
you
And
when
I
move
to
New
York
I
keep
thinking
of
u
And
when
I’m
in
bed
I
keep
thinking
of
u
And
when
I’m
home
at
night
Yes
I’m
thinking
of
u
XXX
XXX:
Yes
Sam
:
Ok
word
u
need
car
to
go
get
it
right
Do
u
hsve
one
lined
yp
XXX
XXX:
Good
one
Yeah
Just
need
bigger
car
Sam
:
Ok
we
can
ask
josie
cuz
i
think
that
car
would
be
big
eunff
XXX
XXX:
That'd
be
v
hell
yeah
It's
this
dude
on
Facebook
selling
PAs,
cables,
a
few
mixers
and
a
bunch
of
monitors
all
for
like
$500,
it's
enough
shit
to
run
a
show
for
the
price
of
one
new
JBL
PA
Ethan
Warmachune:
Dude
wants
us
to
go
tomorrow
afternoon
XXX
XXX:
We
gotta
or
it's
someone
else's
probably
Ethan
Warmachune:
Its
in
western
mass
a
bit
farther
than
Worcester
Or
like
its
in
Worcester
area
XXX
XXX:
That's
called
Central
mass,
it's
the
part
of
mass
in
the
middle
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XXX
XXX:
Microphone
Brendan:
Michael
Phone
can
u
take
a
.5
of
that
dude
Tim
Video:
happy
birthday
xavier
🎂🍰
XXX
XXX:
Thank
you!!
Lex
War:
Hi
guys
Unfortunately
I
have
to
askyall
to
maybe
not
use
my
amp
I
am
playing
with
it
today
and
something's
fucked
up
and
it
was
Not
Me....
XXX
XXX:
It
is
farting
Lex
War:
No
One
of
the
inputs
is
not
working
Like
input
2
is
fucked
for
some
reason
does
not
sound
right
XXX
XXX:
Oh
damn
that's
worse
than
farting
Lex
War:
But
input
1
is
fine
XXX
XXX:
No
bass?
Sam
:
Bass
too
Sorry
also
ya
Gotchu
XXX
XXX:
Oo
ok,
I
leave
my
piss
amp
in
the
room
for
u,
if
it
wasn't
so
hot
id
bring
my
mustang
over
to
swap
for
it
but
fuck
that
it's
hot
Sam
:
What
all
do
we
need
to
get
for
the
room
for
it
to
be
functional
lol
PA,
mics,
lamps,
nails
to
put
up
cords?
XXX
XXX:
And
a
big
guitar
stand,
ideally
5-9
3
isn't
enough
ever
since
warmachine
got
into
Tuning
Sam
:
LMAOOOO
Ok
can
we
make
a
doc
XXX
XXX:
Pls
bring
drum
throne
from
52
this
one's
fucked
Sam
:
For
sure
Do
u
have
the
soft
mallets
XXX
XXX:
In
the
bottom
of
the
hollow
tom.next
to
the
drum
kit
Sam
:
Word
Heading
over
now
w
seat
XXX
XXX:
Hot
BBBbbbbbbbbbbbBBBBBBbbbbBBb
Secret
crush
I
let
u
earn
it
Scene
is
feeling
blue
Id
let
them
do
it
for
you
Were
in
the
clear
When
I’m
here
im
always
near
Things
never
change
Maybe
except
for
you
Boy!
Boy!
Boy!
Boy!
Sweet
pills
I
take
You
can
stay
on
my
tongue
Dissolve
into
all
my
clear
Cry
til
I
bleed
I
never
felt
more
lonely
in
a
moment
And
I
can
try
You
hit
the
floor
like
pavement
Boy!
Boy!
Boy!
Boy
Whaatever
Ethan
Warmachune:
Yee
Sam
:
Hell
ya
Like
100%
in
?
Ethan
Warmachune:
Yuhhhh
Sam
:
What
r
the
details
for
it
need
to
give
to
see
To
people
e
Ethan
Warmachune:
Yo,
r
u
still
good
for
6/22
show
gonna
make
insta
gc
soon
Sam
:
Yes
I
am
doing
Did
u
come
already
Ethan
Warmachune:
Not
yet
Sam
:
Word
Eta?
Ethan
Warmachune:
Prolly
late
like
10:30-11ish
When
you
think
of
the
band
War
Machine,
prepare
yourself
for
an
electrifying
experience
that
pushes
the
boundaries
of
modern
rock.
This
band
doesn't
just
play
music—they
craft
immersive
soundscapes
that
transport
you
to
another
dimension.
With
powerful
riffs,
tight
rhythms,
and
vocals
that
oscillate
between
raw
and
anthemic,
War
Machine
delivers
a
relentless
assault
of
energy
that
leaves
audiences
spellbound.
From
the
opening
chord
of
their
latest
album,
it's
clear
that
War
Machine
operates
on
a
higher
plane.
The
sheer
intensity
of
their
sound
blends
the
best
elements
of
hard
rock,
metal,
and
punk,
resulting
in
a
bold,
fearless
sonic
identity.
Each
track
is
an
emotional
journey—taking
you
from
moments
of
intense
aggression
to
surprisingly
introspective
pauses—without
ever
losing
momentum.
Their
live
shows
are
legendary.
Watching
War
Machine
on
stage
is
like
witnessing
a
controlled
storm.
The
chemistry
between
the
band
members
is
palpable,
each
one
feeding
off
the
other's
energy
and
building
a
performance
that
sweeps
the
crowd
into
a
frenzy.
The
lead
vocalist's
commanding
presence
and
raw
power
elevate
each
performance
to
near-mythic
proportions,
while
the
rhythm
section
holds
down
a
foundation
so
solid
it
feels
like
the
earth
is
shaking
beneath
your
feet.
But
what
sets
War
Machine
apart
isn't
just
their
technical
prowess
or
their
high-energy
performances;
it's
their
ability
to
blend
emotion
with
raw
power.
Their
lyrics
tap
into
universal
themes
of
struggle,
rebellion,
and
survival,
but
they
do
it
with
a
poetic
edge
that
makes
each
song
feel
deeply
personal.
It’s
not
just
the
music
you
feel—it’s
the
message
behind
it.
In
a
world
where
many
bands
stick
to
formulaic
sounds,
War
Machine
is
a
breath
of
fresh
air.
They’re
fearless,
loud,
and
unapologetically
themselves,
creating
music
that
speaks
to
the
heart
while
punching
you
in
the
gut
with
a
wall
of
sound.
If
you
haven’t
experienced
them
yet,
now’s
the
time
to
plug
in
and
prepare
for
a
wild
ride.
War
Machine
isn’t
just
a
band—they’re
a
force
to
be
reckoned
with.
War
Machine
is
a
band
that
should
come
with
a
warning
label:
Proceed
with
caution.
Their
latest
album
is
an
overblown,
chaotic
mess
that
offers
little
more
than
noise
masquerading
as
music.
It's
as
if
they
took
every
rock
cliché,
turned
the
volume
to
11,
and
hoped
no
one
would
notice
the
utter
lack
of
originality
or
coherence.
The
guitar
riffs,
if
you
can
call
them
that,
sound
like
they
were
recycled
from
a
dozen
better
bands,
thrown
into
a
blender,
and
spat
out
into
an
uninspired
mush.
The
lead
vocalist
has
one
setting—yelling—and
lacks
any
nuance
or
emotion,
making
every
song
feel
like
an
endless
barrage
of
strained,
indistinguishable
shouting.
After
a
while,
you
start
wondering
if
they
even
know
what
melody
is,
because
it’s
nowhere
to
be
found
here.
The
lyrics
are
equally
painful.
They
range
from
embarrassingly
vague
to
downright
nonsensical,
like
a
middle
school
poetry
experiment
gone
horribly
wrong.
If
there’s
supposed
to
be
any
deeper
meaning
behind
these
songs,
it’s
buried
beneath
layers
of
empty
phrases
and
cringe-worthy
attempts
at
sounding
profound.
Each
track
drags
on
far
longer
than
it
should,
making
the
entire
album
feel
like
a
test
of
endurance
rather
than
a
musical
experience.
As
for
their
live
performances?
Watching
War
Machine
on
stage
is
like
being
stuck
in
a
noisy
garage
where
everyone’s
fighting
to
be
louder
than
the
other,
with
no
clear
direction.
The
band
members
seem
to
be
in
their
own
worlds,
with
little
chemistry
or
stage
presence
to
speak
of.
The
drummer
bangs
away
like
they’re
trying
to
break
the
kit,
the
guitarist
appears
to
be
more
focused
on
looking
"cool"
than
playing
in
tune,
and
the
vocalist
is
left
pacing
around
the
stage
like
a
lost
soul
with
nothing
compelling
to
offer.
To
call
War
Machine
a
disappointment
would
be
generous.
There’s
nothing
fresh
or
exciting
here—just
a
lot
of
loud,
empty
noise.
Save
your
ears
and
your
time.
This
is
one
band
that’s
better
left
unheard.
U
feel
like
the
real
world
to
me
I
wish
I
could
have
you
for
free
And
your
day
is
done
Waste
the
time
on
me
Verse
Let
me
know
your
name
I’ll
see
it
fade
And
the
cross
on
the
wall
It
fell
down
dead
Prechorus
Every
day,
there’s
the
sun,
You
won’t
see
it
change
Every
day,
there’s
the
sun,
You
won’t
see
it
shine
When
the
silence
hits
I’ll
know
you’ve
changed
And
when
the
silence
hits
Maybe
you’ll
stay
I’ll
get
high
one
more
time
You
can’t
tell
me
to
stop
or
(You
stop)
Take
your
time,
I
don’t
mind
The
sun
likes
to
wait
Sam
:
Send
me
sprites
But
is
this
the
vibe
u
want
basically
Lex
War:
Yes
exactly
I’ll
send
them
tonight
/
tmr
night
Have
editing
to
do
but
I
will
do
after
editing
Sam
:
Fuck
ya
I
need
character,
spikes,
and
platform
Lex
War:
Yes
will
do
Sam
:
Do
u
want
enemies
too?
Lex
War:
No
no
it’s
ok
Only
endless
platform
Sam
:
Also
can
u
send
me
the
web
too
Lex
War:
Web
will
take
me
longer
to
make
but
yeah
Sam
:
sounds
good
Excited
When
you
are
less
of
one
they
don’t
think
of
you
nearly
the
same.
The
love
becomes
familial.
which
is
nice
and
Love
burns
there
too.
But
How
stupid
is
it
that
to
possess
Such
Godly
autonomy
and
mind
that
for
someone
to
know
such
a
small
amount
of
that
renders
you
Ugly?
uninteresting.
boring.
natural.
Wouldn’t
it
make
more
sense
that
a
man
would
want
to
love
someone
he
knows?
No.
The
woman
becomes
a
man,
the
mirror.
And
he
doesn’t
want
to
fuck
a
man
or
a
mirror.
women
would
fuck
mirrors
and
women.
they
would
do
it
over
men
too.
there
is
a
pull
of
believing
that
the
man
in
conversation
is
special
in
that
he
has
retained
his
lust
for
his
woman.
this
is
not
true,
and
it’s
wrong
to
live
through
it.
accepting
truth
that
you
become
his
deformed
mirror
Or
not
Fearing
when
you
touch
my
eyes
Won’t
you
like
to
be
paralyzed
You’re
my
favorite
screen
You
don’t
always
have
to
be
so
mean
Fearing
when
you
leave
my
side
You’re
on
some
ride
that
I
can’t
describe
Your
words
like
to
cut
on
to
my
skin
All
your
words
cut
into
my
skin
I’m
sorry,
I
didn’t
mean
to
be,
so
embarrassing,
to
you.
Yeahhhhhhh
I
want
it
I’m
bad
So
what
I
want
It
I
want
it
I’m
bad
So
what
I
want
it
I’m
bad
So
what
I
want
it
I’m
bad
I
don’t
I
want
jt
I
don’t
I
want
it
I
dont
I
love
it
I
love
it
I
would
I
would
I
would
I
would
Fear
when
you’d
like
to
leave
Curled
up
and
numb
leave
me
alone
to
seethe
Wonder
if
you
can
breathe
Crashed
out
again
dripping
down
my
sleeve
Wonder
if
you
can
breathe
Crashed
out
again
dripping
down
my
sleeve
I
hope
we
like
each
other
I
hope
u
meet
my
mother
so
dood
doe.
Kno.
Or
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with
another
Let
me
tell
you
a
secret
under
the
sheets
I
miss
being
13
And
I
wish
I
knew
you
Before
I’d
seen
Maybe
I
did
Maybe
I
did
Maybe
I
did
BBBbbbbbbbbbbbBBBBBBbbbbBBb
Lex
War:
Oh
no
I
work
during
the
day
Can
only
do
nights
Sam
:
Ok
no
worries
We
can
do
one
at
night
closer
to
it
This
Tuesday
can
we
just
go
over
the
songs
1
on
1
Lex
War:
I’m
free
tomorrow
after
7
Sam
:
Ok
Can
u
come
to
my
place
Lex
War:
Yeah
Sam
:
Ok
cool
R
u
ok
if
u
end
up
accidentally
being
in
a
music
video
Lex
War:
Yes
Sam
:
Ok
perf
I
think
show
up
at
like
8
Lex
War:
Chill
if
I
sho
w
at
like
740
Got
out
of
work
early
Sam
:
Of
course
Lex
War:
Ok
will
be
there
at
8
actually
I
am
here
Sam
:
Come
to
backyard
Lex
War:
Yes
admission
is
free
they
don't
check
student
IDs
Just
come
at
630
though
Sam
:
Lol
Lex
War:
But
we're
gonna
be
the
silliest
which
is
Ok.
It's
a
rite
of
passage
I'm
still
dying
about
it
though
Sam
:
just
play
the
hits
and
u
got
it
Emma
:
War
machine
greatest
hits
set
Lex
War:
Yea
we
got
20
minutes
playing
4
Song
Sam
:
If
u
play
the
secret
island
set
u
would
be
just
as
good
if
not
better
Emma
:
Gonna
go
Hard
Emphasized
“If
u
play
the
secret
island
set
u
would
be
just
as
good
if
not
better”
Lex
War:
We
r
in
fact
playing
those
songs
thank
u
for
The
Words
Sam
:
Log
lfg
Lex
War:
We're
also
playingX's
new
song
I
really
like
that
one
We
are
not
an
emo
band
in
the
fashion
I
think
you
want
us
to
be.
I
don’t
mean
to
put
us
into
labels
here
but
I
don’t
want
to
make
music
adjacent
to
stuff
you
may
really
enjoy.
I
really
enjoy
that
music
too,
but
I
don’t
want
to
make
it,
personally.
And
while
I
want
to
keep
this
band
fully
respectful
I
also
want
to
be
honest
in
that
if
that’s
a
point
of
contention,
or
some
expectation
that
u
have
of
us
being
in
that
area
of
music,
I’m
saying
now
I
have
no
intention
of
doing
so.
More
spaced
out
drums.
BIG.
Big
hits
Me
louder
on
the
Calm
Snare
sounds
too
on
high
end.
Sounds
like
a
‘clap’
/
entertaining
tagabow
style
drums
Bridge
sounds
good
Entertaining
a
3rd
guitar
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